There wasn't much to see on Chen Yan's end. By the time the stream started, he had already tidied his room to perfection, looking like an elite soldier from the military.
In Zhou Ye's livestream, he was sprawled out on his bed with a dazed expression on his face.
The comments in his livestream chat were flying as viewers frantically typed, trying to get his attention:
[Brother Ye, stop sleeping! Get up!]
[Is he still dreaming? Why does he look so out of it? Wasn't he doing those suggestive dances last night? How come he looks so drained today?]
[I feel so bad for him. He must be exhausted after dancing on stream for so long last night, right?]
[Speaking of which, this has to be related to Shen Zhiyao. It's all her fault for clout-chasing. Brother Ye's Weibo blew up a while ago because of her, that's why he hasn't been sleeping well.]
On the cruise ship, everyone was already seated at the dining table, eating breakfast.
